Oct 4, 2021
12 min read
Fiction
My Last Day
The line moved slowly. We were herded like cattle in one long, single file line. The decor was surprisingly nice for a place like this. Soft lighting ran through the whole building. There were even real plants scattered throughout the building. I was amazed by the irony; fresh, healthy, living plants in this building. I have to admit, though, I’d never been in here before. I’d seen the building, everyone has seen the building…
